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Now Available – Trail of Passion Audiobook

Feb 16, 2017

Hey guys, guess what? Trail of Passion is now available as an audiobook! Yes, you too can listen to the amazing Dawnya Clarine reading all about Lucy Haskell and Gideon Faraday’s journey out to Wyoming on the Oregon Trail!

Better still, I have a limited amount of free audiobook codes from Audible! So the first ten people who comment on this post with their email address will get to listen for free! Let me know if you’d like me to hide the comment with your address after you leave it, and I’ll take care of that for you. 😉

Lucy Haskell has a passion for danger and isn’t afraid to let everyone know it. The Oregon Trail is the perfect way for her to travel home to her father’s ranch in Wyoming, and to meet new friends and talk their ears off along the way. But Lucy’s talking and risk-taking masks a darker fear—that no one could possibly love or even like a woman as unconventional as her.

All that changes when Gideon Faraday stumbles into her life…

Dr. Gideon Faraday is a scientist: intelligent, handsome, reserved, soft-spoken… and a murderer. He’s heading west to atone for the lives he’s taken, and the last thing he wants is to make friends on the trail or to fall in love. But from the moment he sees bubbly, daring, beautiful, fearless Lucy, he’s smitten.

Gideon and Lucy can’t fight the passion that pulls them together—with scandalous consequences—but when a mysterious stranger joins their wagon train and Gideon’s life is in jeopardy, it will take all the daring Lucy possesses to keep Gideon alive.

Danger is just the beginning…

PLEASE BE ADVISED: Steam Level – Very Hot

Release Day! – Trail of Chances: Trail’s End

Jun 10, 2016

At last! Pete Evans, Josephine Lewis and the gang have finally reached the end of the trail! So here we are with release day for Trail of Chances: Trail’s End, the final book of the Hot on the Trail series. This is the book that I had no idea how to write, but you guys kept on my case and kept asking for it. That gave me the inspirational boost to get it done. So thank you so much! You’re the best! I hope you enjoy it. Enjoy a little bit of chapter one right here to start out! And don’t forget, you can pick up your copy for just 99 cents, but only through this weekend!

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Oregon City, Oregon Territory – 1865

 

“Well, there it is, Miss Josephine. The end of the trail.” Pete Evans pointed to a wide yard filled with wagons and people. Merchant booths and tents filled the area in front of the heart of the settlement on the other side of the last hill of the Oregon Trail. Oregon City at last.

“Thank merciful God in heaven above,” Josephine Lewis sighed, pressing a hand to her heart.

After three months, several storms, far too many deaths, one heart-wrenching parting of the ways, and more adventure than she’d ever bargained for in her life, her journey was done.

And in some ways, with forty years of life and the entire rest of the country behind her, she had a feeling her journey was only just beginning.

“Are we there? Did we make it?” Young Freddy Chance scrambled down from the back of the wagon, helping his smaller sister, Muriel, as he went.

“Yep, that’s it.” Pete pointed toward the settlement again. He swept his hat from his head to run a hand through his silver-grey hair.

“Where’s the ocean?” Libby Chance asked, hurrying up to join her younger siblings. Libby had turned eighteen on the trail, and in spite of her burst of enthusiasm, looked more like a woman than a child now.

“The ocean heard you were coming and it ran screaming.” Luke teased his sister, tugging on the long braid down Libby’s back.

“Ow! You pig.” Libby turned to punch Luke’s arm.

“Oink, oink!” Luke laughed.

Josephine rolled her eyes. All four of the Chance children had grown restless and irritable on the last leg of the journey. Maybe it was all the energy they hadn’t been able to expend in leisurely pursuits for the last few months, since starting west with a group of other orphans. Or maybe it was the uncomfortable question that hung over all of their heads now that they had reached Oregon City.

What happened to the four Chance children now that the journey was over?

“We’re still a fair ways from the ocean,” Pete stepped in to answer Libby’s question, fitting his hat back on his head. “But if you keep following the river for a day or so, you’ll get to your ocean eventually.”

“Unless it retreats once it hears you’re coming,” Luke added under his breath.

Libby huffed and balled her hands into fists. Freddy and Muriel snorted with amusement.

“Luke Chance, please stop tormenting your sister,” Josephine scolded. “I swear, you’ll give me more grey hairs than I already have.”

The minor feud was eclipsed as the Jacksons, one of the families they had been traveling with, rode past with their wagon.

“I bet you’ll be glad to finally be rid of that lot,” Beulah Jackson snorted, shaking her head.

Cold anger formed a knot in Josephine’s gut. “I—”

“You’re a mite too long in the tooth to be saddled with that kind of responsibility anyhow,” Beulah went on.

“Children like that need a younger hand,” her husband, Jim, agreed. “Someone with the energy to teach them manners.”

Josephine’s cold stomach turned over. She glanced to the children. Freddy and Muriel were busy chasing a puppy that had run close to the wagon. Luke and Libby had heard the comment though and looked decidedly put out.

“Thanks for all your help, Pete.” Jim slapped Pete on the back as he passed, not giving Josephine time to reply. “I expect you’ll kick back and enjoy a quiet retirement now, but I sure am glad you dragged your old bones across the frontier for this one last trip. We couldn’t have made it without you.”

“You take care, Jim.” Pete waved after him.

The Jacksons walked on, leaving Josephine speechless. She turned to Pete to see what he thought of the nasty set of comments. Long in the tooth? Old bones? Indeed! But Pete merely shrugged and walked back to check on the wagon.

Josephine sighed. Yes, that was probably the best thing to do. Ignore unhelpful negativity and unkind remarks. She turned her attention back to the cluster of buildings and wagons and people at the edge of the larger settlement.

“Goodness gracious me.” She let out a breath and clasped her hand to her chest. “It’s been so long since we were around any significant number of people that that budding new town looks like a veritable city.”

“There must be a hundred people there at least,” Muriel added, coming up to Josephine’s side to take her hand.

Josephine chuckled and hugged Muriel closer. There were far more than a hundred people in Oregon City. Tens of thousands of people, if not more, had made the same journey they’d just finished in the last fifteen years, and while not everyone stayed put at trail’s end, a good many had set up shop and planted roots in the burgeoning little town nestled between two rivers. All that hope and industry and planning for the future settled cozily in her heart, no matter how weathered it was. There was something comforting about real chimneys with smoke coming out of them, livestock grazing in the fields, and people going about everyday businesses without a care for how soon they would have to pick up and move on.

“I tell you,” she said to Pete and the children with a satisfied sigh. “That sight right there is enough to make me feel as though we’ve reached a new world.”

“It’s certainly a new world for me,” Pete muttered, striding back to her side, hands thrust in his pockets.

Josephine’s brow rose. It rose even more when she twisted to find Pete watching her, his face pink with…was that bashfulness? Her lips twitched into a grin. “What’s that supposed to mean, Peter Evans?”

“Nothing.” Pete shrugged, cleared his throat, and marched forward. “There will be all sorts of merchants and land agents down in that crush,” he told her, looking around to make sure anyone else listening knew the advice was free for all. “They’ll be willing to buy your wagons and oxen and anything else you brought for the journey but don’t need anymore. But careful, some of them are shysters who will take everything you’ve got and then some.”

More families from the back of the long line of wagons were rolling up around them or heading down into the shallow valley where trading was going on.

“You got anyone down there that you trust in particular?” Graham Tremaine asked as he and Estelle and little Tim rolled to a stop beside them.

A few feet beyond Graham, Charlie and Olivia Garrett stopped their wagon and looked on with interest.

Pete rubbed the back of his neck and squinted into the tangle of merchants and tradesmen. He studied them for a moment, then raised his hand to point at a portly man in a faded blue jacket. “That’s Russ Ryan. He’s a fair dealer when it comes to wagons. And Vincent Gordon down there is one of the more honest men that will take other goods off your hand that you don’t need anymore.” He turned back to the group. “If you were sticking around, I would recommend Paul Karlin to help you find and claim a patch of land to make your own, but you all have other plans, right?”

“We’re going to take Gideon and Lucy up on their offer of visiting the Haskell ranch in Wyoming with a view to settle,” Graham confirmed. Their friends, Gideon and Lucy Faraday, had parted ways with the wagon train at Ft. Bridger and headed out to Lucy’s father’s ranch to settle.

“And we’ve got business to take care of in San Francisco before we decide,” Charlie added, smiling at Olivia.

Pete nodded, then turned slowly back to Josephine. “And you, Miss Josephine. Do you know what you’ll do next?”

A completely unexpected lump formed in Josephine’s throat. Pete’s question wasn’t a difficult one. She knew the answer. But the unspoken uncertainty in Pete’s eyes, the wistful way Muriel stopped playing with the puppy and glanced up at her, the way Libby bit her lip…all of it made Josephine’s reply harder than she could have imagined.

“My…my niece, Callie, is waiting for me in Denver City. I’m supposed to move in with her and her new husband, John. John runs a store in Denver City, you know. I’m told my life there will be quite comfortable. Suitable for a woman of my years.”

There was no reason she should be justifying the life that awaited her—or bringing her age into the discussion—but she couldn’t help herself.

Pete nodded. “Well, you’re not going to need a wagon in Denver City, that’s for sure.” He took a few steps toward the edge of the town, almost as if she’d offended him.

Josephine’s heart dragged after him. Her arm twitched, and she almost reached pleadingly after him before reminding herself that it was unseemly to go chasing after a man of Pete’s standing like a girl trying to snag her first beau.

 

Trail of Chances is available exclusively at Amazon for just 99 cents this weekend only, and for Kindle Unlimited. Grab it here today!

Weekend Excerpt – Trail of Chances: Trail’s End

Jun 03, 2016

It’s a wee bit early for the weekend, but I didn’t think you’d mind. Especially since I’m sharing an excerpt from the book that I wasn’t going to write! But why did I write it, you ask? Because you guys wanted me to. I thought I had told all that needed to be told about Pete and Josephine’s story, until I realized that there was a whole bunch that went into them actually deciding to get together. So here’s a little snipped of the final Hot on the Trail book, Trail of Chances: Trail’s End, coming June 10th!

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“You’re sure you’ll be all right here?” he asked, his voice unusually gruff.

“Yes,” Josephine said hesitantly. “I suppose so.” She looked to Myrtle. Myrtle still wore her sly grin.

Pete rubbed his chin. “If Luke causes any trouble, you let me know. That boy’s close enough to being a man that he gets ideas in his head, but he’s not close enough to handle the responsibilities that come along with those ideas.”

“I know.” Josephine nodded pointedly to Myrtle to let her know Pete spoke the truth and Luke should be watched with both eyes.

“And Libby seems a bit moony after meeting that Teddy Simms earlier,” Pete went on.

“Teddy Simms?” Myrtle brightened. “He’s a fine young man with good prospects.” She turned to study Libby, who had taken a seat on a stump at the corner of the property and was now plucking the petals off of a wildflower with a far-away smile. “And that young lady of yours looks of an age to notice and appreciate a fine young man.”

“That’s what I’m worried about,” Pete grumbled. He rolled his shoulders, then glanced to the younger children on the swing. “That lot has more energy than a pack of prairie dogs in the sun.”

“We have several other children and their families boarding here at the moment,” Myrtle told him. “They won’t lack for playmates or adults with the energy to keep up with them.”

Josephine’s heart beat with bittersweet pride at the concerns Pete was expressing. He may have fancied himself a tough old dog, but he had a kind, fatherly heart under it all. It was a mystery why the man had never taken a wife and had children of his own.

“Stop your fussing, Pete,” Myrtle laughed. “A body would think you were ready to swoop in and adopt this lot yourself, what with the way you’re going on.”

Pete’s back was stiff in an instant. “I’m too old to start a family.” He snapped a sideways glance at Josephine.

“Well, don’t look at me.” Josephine was determined to call him out. “I’m far past the family age myself.”

“You’re still younger than all that,” Pete insisted.

“Then so are you.”

“I—” Pete thought better of whatever argument he was going to make. His shoulders loosened, and he tugged at the bottom of his vest. “I’m going to be late for supper at the hotel if I don’t get a move on.”

Without another word, he turned and marched away. Josephine watched his retreating back, mouth opened in scolding indignation. And yet, she couldn’t think of anything to call after him.

To top it off, Myrtle clamped a hand to her mouth. That did nothing to hide her smile. But all she said was, “Well, well.”

 

Don’t forget to mark your calendars for June 10th! =D

My Epic Road Trip – Part One

May 07, 2016

Utah MountainsSo anyone who has been following me on Facebook knows that one month ago today, I set out from my cozy little suburban Philadelphia home and began an epic journey. It was a bucket-list journey, something I’ve always, always wanted to do. This was the time. The RT Booklovers Convention was in Las Vegas, NV this year, as a full-time writer, I had the time and the means, so I thought “I’m gonna drive to Las Vegas!”

Well, let me tell you, this epic road trip was worth every second. I learned so much about this country, about the vastness of its landscape and the huge, huge differences between its regions and people. I visited 21 states, 12 of them I’d never been to before, saw a whole bunch of national landmarks, met up with a dozen or more friends I haven’t seen in ages or that I’d never met outside of the internet, and fell in love with a couple of locations that I never would have guessed would tickle my fancy. In the process, I also had a few epiphanies about different parts of this country, and about our nation as a whole.

So for the next few blog posts, I’m going to talk about what I saw and what I thought…

Crossing the Familiar

Pennsylvania: Okay, well, I’m from PA, and I’m also incredibly biased in favor of my state. I always tell people that I’m not particularly patriotic, but I’m incredibly state-riotic! So this wasn’t news to me, but for those who don’t know Pennsylvania, we’ve got it all. Seriously. Everything. I live in a temperate area filled with rolling hills, mass quantities of deciduous trees and forests, more historic sites than you can shake a stick at, and Philadelphia, the fifth largest city in the US. On the other side of the state is those other guys, Pittsburgh (huge Philly/Pittsburgh rivalry going on there), some more mountainy hills, coal and natural gas, more forests, and a super nice guy that I went to high school with and used to date. In the middle is farmland, farmland, and more farmland. And mountains. We call that area Pennsyltucky. Oh, and Lancaster County. Man, I love Pennsylvania!

Iconic Midwest landmark! Plus my Grandma, me, and my Grandma's helper.

Iconic Midwest landmark! Plus my Grandma, me, and my Grandma’s helper.

The Midwest – Ohio, Indiana, Illinois: I was born in southwestern Ohio, in a suburb of Cincinnati. My Grandma still lives there, and I stayed my first night with her. I can’t explain it, but every time I drive through Ohio, I’m struck by how different it feels from Pennsylvania. That’s right, it feels different. It’s much flatter, for one, especially on the western side. Still lots of farms, though. But I have to say—and I hope I’m not offending anyone by saying it—the entire Midwest has a sort of half-panicked feeling to me. Like it’s holding its breath, waiting to see what happens next and not entirely convinced it’s going to be good.

Part of my theory of what might be the root cause of that feeling of desperation is the history of the region. Way, way back in the day, the Midwest was full of excitement and promise. It was the first place that settlers from the brand-spanking new United States picked up and moved to in search of a better life. And they found it! The fertile farmland of the Midwest quickly caused the area to be one of the most prosperous outside of the original thirteen colonies. By the 1840s, Cincinnati was the sixth largest city in the United States. The many rivers and canals that passed through the city and on along the Ohio River to the Mississippi fed that economy. The good times continued into the 20th century, when the Midwest became a hub for industry. My Grandma is a wealth of stories of the middle of the 20th century, when factories and businesses thrived and life was good. Then it all went away. Jobs went overseas, businesses closed, people were laid off and couldn’t find other work. Many people left, but many more couldn’t afford to.

I may be wrong, but the feeling I got from the Midwest was that people there are holding their breath. They’ve been through the wringer in the last two generations, and they’re waiting for things to renew. And there was a lot of potential for renewal in all the things I saw. I sort of considered St. Louis to be the end of the Midwest feeling, and there is definitely a buzz around that city. Oh, and the Gateway Arch (which I’ve always wanted to see) is a lot bigger than I thought it was! If that’s not a sign, I don’t know what is. I think the Midwest is due for a big, positive change.

Moving into the Unfamiliar

StLouis ArchMissouri: The state of Missouri west of St. Louis was my first big surprise. It was the first state I arrived at that I’d never been to before. And you know what? It’s kind of awesome! Now, that may be because it rained all through the Midwest, but the sun came out when I crossed the Mississippi, and all the redbuds were in bloom. I didn’t realize Missouri was so hilly and woody! And I like me some hills and trees. But it wasn’t just the beauty of the state. It had a sort of positivity about it that the Midwest didn’t. I wonder if that has to do with the history of the economy in the state. I get the impression that, unlike Ohio, Indiana, and Illinois, Missouri didn’t have the same industrial dependence throughout the 20th century. Just a theory.

Kansas City: Then I reached Kansas City, and my good friend Laura L. Stapleton’s house. We stayed up way too late talking, then the next day we “did” Kansas City. Well, not the city proper. We went to the Three Trails Museum in Independence, MO. I definitely had the impression that if I was an early settler about to make my journey to the frontier on the Oregon Trail, I would have left that starting point full of excitement and energy, ready to run forward to my new life.

Um, as you’ll see later, I don’t think that feeling would have lasted.

Me and author Laura L. Stapleton in Independence, MO, ready to head West on the Oregon Trail!

Me and author Laura L. Stapleton in Independence, MO, ready to head West on the Oregon Trail!

A Token Trek Through Kansas and Iowa, and Eastern Nebraska: So because I wanted to hit as many states as possible, Laura and her husband, Dirk, took me across the Missouri River to stand in Kansas. Of course, in the process I got a nice picture of Susan B. Anthony’s house, as well as a peek at Leavenworth Prison. My plan was to stay in Lincoln, Nebraska that night, and the road to get there took me through Iowa for about half an hour. But I think I can infer what the rest of Kansas and the rest of Iowa must look like from the states around them. Farmland, I’m guessing. Lots of it.

Because almost all of eastern Nebraska was farmland. Lots and lots of flat, flat farmland! I loved Lincoln, though, and I definitely want to go back there. But what struck me as I drove across the state was how positive the feeling was, in spite of there not being a lot of stuff there. I stopped at Ft. Kearny historical site—because, I mean, I mention it several times in my Hot on the Trail series, and I had to take a look at what I’d imagined—but even more than what remains of the fort, it was the vastness of the landscape that really struck me. I thought to myself, there’s nothing in eastern Nebraska.

Little did I know, I was about to redefine “nothing there.”

Lots of Nebraska. Lots of flat farmland.

Lots of Nebraska. Lots of flat farmland.

Anyhow, it was as I drove through Nebraska along the Platte River—just like my characters in the Hot on the Trail series—that I began to have my doubts. I’m pretty sure if I had been a pioneer on the Oregon Trail, about halfway through Nebraska I would have been thinking “Dude, this is the worst idea in the history of ideas!” The flatness and emptiness of what is now Nebraska as it must have existed then would have been overwhelming! It was, as several of the pioneers’ journals tell us.

But then I got to western Nebraska and Wyoming. I’ll save that for next time, though….

Harry Truman had a really sweet house!

Harry Truman had a really sweet house!

Release Day! – Montana Sky: The Wild Bride

Feb 10, 2016

It’s … okay, so technically yesterday was release day for Debra Holland’s brand new Kindle World based on her Montana Sky series. But we’re spreading out the love so that you can savor all of the books! I was honored to be asked to contribute a story to Debra’s world. The story I came up with, The Wild Bride, is an extension of both my Brides of Paradise Ranch and Hot on the Trail series! The hero of The Wild Bride is none other than Freddy Chance, who traveled across the Oregon Trail with his orphaned family and eventually found a home in Haskell, Wyoming with Pete Evans and Josephine. The heroine is Minnie Faraday–bright, bold, trouble-making daughter of Lucy and Gideon Faraday, and granddaughter of Howard Haskell. Minnie is in trouble, of course, so her parents send her up to Morgan’s Crossing, Montana, where Freddy has been working, to marry him. Only, no one told Minnie that’s why she was going…

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“Would you look at that?” She pressed a hand to her thumping heart as she saw the majestic mountain to one side of the town. There were mountains near Haskell, but not like this one. She could just make out a few buildings near the mountainside that she thought must constitute the mine. The very sight of it had her buzzing with joy.

“Looks like a real dunghill,” Agatha growled at her side.

Minnie blinked, whipping to the older woman with a frown. Agatha was busy scowling at the lines of modest structures on either side of the road the stage had driven through. They were simple and clean, for the most part. Minnie could make out a mercantile, a large, rather vacant-looking hall, a saloon, a boarding house, and several smaller cabins. At the end of the road stood a much nicer house.

“Here’s your things, ladies.” The stage driver dropped Agatha’s trunk by the side of the road along with two carpetbags. He tipped his hat, then turned back to the stage.

“You’re not stopping?” Minnie asked him. “Not to let the other passengers rest?”

“No, ma’am.” The driver pulled himself up into the stage’s seat and grabbed the reins. “This ain’t a usual stop. The usual route travels much farther south of here.”

“Oh.” Minnie blinked. “How am I supposed to get back to the train station in Sweetwater Springs once I deliver Miss Agatha to her son?”

The driver grinned. “My instructions were to drop you here. That’s it.”

He didn’t say more. The man wasn’t one for conversation. He snapped the reins over his team’s back, and off they went. Minnie raised a hand to shield her eyes from the afternoon sun as she watched them leave. The impulse to shout “Good riddance” at the stage’s back warred with the thrill of being left in a strange town.

“Well, that’s odd.” Minnie let her hand drop. “I suppose it will be an adventure to find my way back to the train.”

Agatha hmphed, still studying the tiny town. “Not even a bank. And that mercantile doesn’t look like much.”

“But there’s the mine,” Minnie argued, tapping Agatha’s shoulder to try to get her to look at the mountain. “And—”

“Minnie? Minnie Faraday?”

At the sound of her name, Minnie’s mouth hung open. She knew that voice. She’d know it anywhere. Her already pounding heart rushed to double-time, and she twisted this way and that, looking around. And then she saw him standing there, across the street from where the stage had parked.

“Freddy Chance?” A smile flew to her lips, and just like that, she felt as though she was a girl again.

“Minnie.” He said her name again, walking toward her with a smile.

Freddy Chance was every bit as handsome as Minnie remembered. He was tall, and built as solidly as any of the ranchers that worked her grandfather’s herds. His brown hair was cut short, and a day’s growth of beard shaded his jaw, making him look rugged and exciting. His dark eyes flashed with surprise as she left Agatha on the side of the road and rushed to meet him.

“Look at you.” Freddy’s smile grew. He took a few more, faltering steps to meet her, arms outstretched. “You’re all grown up.”

“So are you.” She reached him and threw her arms around him. A zip of excitement of another kind swirled through her. Last time she’d hugged Freddy was when he left home, five years ago. He was leaner and tougher now, his torso a delicious blend of muscle and warmth. The woman she was now reacted entirely differently to the feeling than the girl she’d been.

She steadied her unexpected reaction by taking a step back and regarding him at arm’s length. “I heard about your foot.” Sympathetic pain twisted her expression. “How bad is it?”

“Not bad.” Freddy drew the last word out, lowering his head and shrugging. Minnie glanced down with him. He wore a regular boot on his right foot, just like the left, but she’d seen the limp in his walk. He was leaning hard on his left leg even now. “It happened over a year ago. It’s not like I’m laid up anymore. I’m used to it.”

Whether he was or not, she brushed it aside with a delighted giggle and another hug. “I’m so happy to see you. I forgot that you were living in Morgan’s Crossing.”

Freddy’s expression dropped from a warm grin to wariness. “You didn’t know I was here?”

“No, I—”

“Seeing as you two lovebirds are busy,” Agatha drawled, her sour expression louder than her taunt, “I’ll just go find Bart on my own.” She leaned over, picked up one of the carpetbags, and began to stomp off.

“Wait.” Minnie let go of Freddy to chase after her. “I’m supposed to help you. Let me find someone to carry your trunk at least. Freddy, are you able to—”

“That’s not my trunk.” Agatha cut her off.

“What?”

“That’s yours.” A sly, mocking spark lit Agatha’s eyes.

“No, I just have the one carpetbag. The trunk is yours, isn’t it?”

Agatha laughed and moved on. “They got you good, didn’t they?”

“Got me?” Minnie watched her march off. She pivoted to face Freddy. “That’s not my trunk. I’m just here to drop Agatha off, then I’m going home.”

Freddy pushed a hand through his hair. He winced and limped toward her. His gait was so uneven that it was almost painful to watch…almost as painful as the knot forming in her stomach. Instead of coming to her, he shuffled to the trunk, then bent to undo the latches. When he opened the lid, Minnie’s heart dropped like a rock into her gut. The trunk was filled with her things.

 

You can pick up The Wild Bride right now through the Amazon store! I do apologize for the fact that all Kindle Worlds books are only available through Amazon, and that they are only available in the US. That’s completely under Amazon’s control (and I don’t have much say about it). But I hope you’ll be able to enjoy the story through Amazon!